Page 174 of 7+Us Makes Nine

“Yes, keep going like that… I’m going to come. Don’t you dare stop.”

“Oh, I don’t intend to stop. In fact, I’m going to keep going until you come too many times for you to stand it.”

Not a second later, I was screaming as the sheer pleasure ravaged my body, but he didn’t stop, as promised. He fingered me through my orgasm, paying special attention to my G-spot, which only prolonged my climax. Soon, my orgasm morphed into another one and another one, and I was blind and deaf with sensations in me.

Through a

daze, I let him pull me to the couch in my living room and spin me so that my back was turned to him. He made me kneel on the couch and spread my legs apart.

“You’re so perfect.” His hand slid up and down my thighs, and goosebumps erupted all over my skin. His touch was so gentle, so loving. “No other girl is like you.”

I basked in his words, something warm spreading through my chest. My heart was running wildly, half in expectation of his next move, half in growing affection toward him. Being next to him felt so right.

I was making the right choice. I knew it now.

He removed his clothes and put a condom on, positioning himself behind me. He guided the tip of his cock to my entrance and brought his fingers to my clit. At the same time, he entered me and rubbed my clit, and I moaned, digging my nails into the soft material of the couch.

“Your scent, your taste… You’re intoxicating…” he muttered into my ear and started moving.

I could barely respond to him, instantly overwhelmed. “Ah, Merritt…” I moved my hips to meet his, chasing that ecstasy he was always giving me. “Your cock feels so good.”

He yanked my ponytail backward, tilting my head to the side, and latched onto my neck. His lips were hot on my skin, his tongue leaving a wet trail along my neck as he left open-mouthed kisses. I was burning from the inside out, my moves becoming more frantic as I approached my next climax.

“I’m gonna come.”

He held me by my hip with his hand while his other hand covered my breast and gave it a tight squeeze. I was going to come any second…

“Merritt!” I screamed and threw my head back, my legs convulsing under the force of my orgasm.

He moved us so that he was sitting on the couch behind me with me on his lap, never pulling out of me. He held my hips as I moved up and down on his enlarged shaft. I was supporting myself against his knees, going faster and faster, dripping with juices.

“So damn good. Keep going like that, Cami. Just like that.” His voice was rough and unknown to my ears. His groans grew louder, his hips moving upward, which sent his cock way deeper into me.

I felt hot, sweat sliding down my temples. I was going to come again, and this time it was going to be even stronger. My pussy was so sensitive, so easily stimulated, and I felt like I was in heaven.

Staying true to his promise, he made me come two more times before he let himself cum, burying himself deep, so deep into me.

We moved from my living room to my bedroom, both of us craving more. Our naked bodies were pressed against each other as our hands traced our hollows and planes. I marveled at the way his muscles felt underneath my fingertips, admiring his dedication to keeping his body in such a good shape. He was a dream come true, built like a god.

“When you look at me like that…,” he murmured, his hands making love to my skin. I was shivering, arching my back when he lowered them down and flicked my clit with his thumb. “I want to do everything to you. I want to see you come again and again.”

He pulled me to my bed and kissed me, pushing me down. He ended on top of me, his hand restless on my chest and stomach. I ran my fingers through his hair, my shivering becoming more visible. I was beside myself with need.

“And when you touch me like that, I feel like I’m losing my mind,” I confessed, my shivering turning into shuddering.

He was tracing my thighs with his hands, circling around my pussy but never actually touching it. He was teasing me mercilessly, and my hips propelled toward him on their own accord.

“Touch me. Please. Touch my pussy.”

His smile was devilish. His fingers moved ever so slowly over my warm flesh, his eyes set on mine as he made me experience a myriad of sensations. Then he lowered his head and started kissing my neck, moving down slowly. He kissed my breasts, he kissed my belly, he kissed the top of my mound, going lower and lower…

And then he was in between my thighs and his mouth was on my clit. The next moment, three fingers penetrated me, and my hips bucked up. He was ruthless, his mouth and fingers feeding me with more than I could handle. My legs were convulsing, every single nerve in me tense. Only seconds separated me from another orgasm, and soon, I was screaming and coming again.

He was back on top of me before my aftershocks passed, caging me in between his arms. His mouth landed on mine, giving me a taste of myself. This time he didn’t use a condom, impatient to get inside of me. Our moans came out together, our gazes fixed on each other as he drove into me repeatedly.

He brought my arms above my head and held them in place with one hand. The fingers of his other hand were on my breast, teasing my nipple, which turned into a hard bud in response. I wrapped my legs around his waist and drew him closer to me, moving so that he could enter me more deeply. He flipped us over so that I was on top of him and placed his hands on my hips.

“Ride me, Cami. I’m all yours.”

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